C.W. McCall lyrics
C.W. McCall lyrics
"Super Slab Showdown lyrics"
3e Sexe lyrics
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Dans la rue des tenues charmantes Maquille comme mon fiance Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante Habille comme ma fiancee Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores Toute nue dans une boite en fer Il est belle, il est beau decrie L'outr
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Dans la rue des tenues charmantes Maquille comme mon fiance Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante Habille comme ma fiancee Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores Toute nue dans une boite en fer Il est belle, il est beau decrie L'outr
Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that Ogallala?
When outta town come a local clown in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip antenna
We was haulin' a load a' them go-go girls
Truckin' 'em over to O-town
Old boy got on his microphone
Says "How's about a little showdown?"
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out vittles
Swing them heifers and away we go
Wake up, Earl, we gots to race
Born To Run lyrics
I see the light of a thousand lamps burning in your eyes Still I have to turn away for you to stay alive 'Cause I was born to run I was born to run I was born to run I was born to run run run Security had a hold on me I had a thousand friendsthat pile a' junk over ta North Platte city
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he's gonna whip Ol' Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten
"Jes' kiss that Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause when Bessie hits that floatin' gear
"You gonna be eatin' Hereford pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us
She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
A trunk full a' cows an' a hood full a' bees
Move it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! C'mon Bessie!
Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
If we don't win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don't break my neck,
We gonna take them cows to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let's give it a whirl.
"That Chevy is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin' the weeds
We definit
Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too close
Got a terminal dose a' that good ol' Hereford gas.
Phew!
Hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a buck
She's rollin' the boulevard shakedown
Hot damn, I'm a truckin' man
And I sorta like ta put my foot down
This old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown
I see the light of a thousand lamps burning in your eyes Still I have to turn away for you to stay alive 'Cause I was born to run I was born to run I was born to run I was born to run run run Security had a hold on me I had a thousand friends
Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he's gonna whip Ol' Bessie here!
I says, "Call your five and raise ya ten
"Jes' kiss that Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause when Bessie hits that floatin' gear
"You gonna be eatin' Hereford pie. Yeah."
Well, hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck gonna make us
Kleine Dinge Des Lebens lyrics
DIE KLEINEN DINGE DES LEBENS SCHENKT DIR DER HIMMEL VERGEBENS WENN DU NICHT SIEHST DAss DIE BLUMEN BLüHEN üBER DIR STERNE GLüHEN NIMMST DU SIE DANKBAR ENTGEGEN DIE KLEINEN DINGE IM LEBEN DANN BRAUCHST DU GAR NICHT DER GRÖSSTE SEIN ES ZäHLT
a buck
DIE KLEINEN DINGE DES LEBENS SCHENKT DIR DER HIMMEL VERGEBENS WENN DU NICHT SIEHST DAss DIE BLUMEN BLüHEN üBER DIR STERNE GLüHEN NIMMST DU SIE DANKBAR ENTGEGEN DIE KLEINEN DINGE IM LEBEN DANN BRAUCHST DU GAR NICHT DER GRÖSSTE SEIN ES ZäHLT
She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
A trunk full a' cows an' a hood full a' bees
Move it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! C'mon Bessie!
Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
If we don't win, we gonna sell the farm
If this old wreck don't break my neck,
We gonna take them cows to a discatheque
I says, "Come on, Earl, let's give it a whirl.
"That Chevy is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin' the weeds
We definit
Bye lyrics
Moi je ne savais presque pas parler francais quand on s'est connus tous les deux de ton cote tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais mais tu devinais dans mes yeux et nous etions heureux. Tous les reves sont permis pourtant ce soir je te quitte. Ton coeur a change si vite
ely was in that Monfort lane.
Moi je ne savais presque pas parler francais quand on s'est connus tous les deux de ton cote tu ne dis pas un mot d'anglais mais tu devinais dans mes yeux et nous etions heureux. Tous les reves sont permis pourtant ce soir je te quitte. Ton coeur a change si vite
Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too close
Got a terminal dose a' that good ol' Hereford gas.
Phew!
Hot damn, I'm a gamblin' man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets down
'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a buck
She's rollin' the boulevard shakedown
Hot damn, I'm a truckin' man
And I sorta like ta put my foot down
This old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown